Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

However, there was a prerequisite: this unknown father had to be on par with Mullwica. Otherwise, Mullwica could easily block his detection with a shielding spell, so why would he do this?

Dorothy had thought of this as well.

“Well, one wave hasn’t settled yet, and another one has risen, ” I said helplessly. “I hope this irresponsible father isn’t some long-lived race. The Rocky Mountains are already chaotic enough. I don’t want any more trouble.”

Dorothy patted my hand and said goodbye to me. I let Master Hayley in for the examination.

After enduring the seven-day recovery period, I immediately recovered my spirit and could even receive training as usual.

At first, Aldrich didn’t agree. He feared that I still had some internal injuries that had not recovered.

However, every time I told him about the enemy who might be hiding in the dark, his reluctance wasn’t as fierce as before. When one faced a powerful enemy comparable to Mullwica, it was not too much to train their life-saving abilities.

Ten days later, Master Hayley and Master Kevin agreed to let Dorothy out of the hospital.

We could finally set off for the Rocky Mountains.

The team consisted of Dorothy, Aldrich, Master Hayley, Master Kevin, and me. There was also a team of dozens of warriors behind them. They would act as guards, help, and replenish the base personnel the Rocky Mountains lacked.

On the day of departure, my mother cried again.

I felt bitter and guilty about this.

It seemed that my mother’s good days had ended since I arrived. She was always worried about me, crying for me, and worrying about me.

I gently hugged her and promised her, “I’ll make sure I’m safe, Mother. When I return, you’ll have a healthy daughter free of illness!”

“I just want you to be safe, child.” My mother choked with tears. “I don’t expect you to have any fortuitous encounters. I only want you to be safe and healthy. I can’t wait to exchange my own for yours.”

My heart ached. I was so afraid that I would yield to my mother’s tears, so I could firmly let go of my mother’s reluctant hands and walk toward the snowy mountains with unknown risks.

We weren’t surprised that we could fly to the Rocky Mountains by plane. Sometimes, human inventions are convenient, aren’t they?

The three advanced party members would meet us at the agreed location.

The leader was the captain, Frank. He was a robust middle-aged man with a big beard and familiar with Aldrich.

“When I first entered the military, Frank was my instructor. Later on, he was out on missions all year round, but we kept in touch,” Aldrich explained.

I immediately had a good impression of Frank. I shook hands with him and politely said, “Hello, Captain Frank.”

“Good afternoon, Miss Selma. And you, Aldrich, you’ve grown into a good young man, haven’t you? Look, I can still remember how you looked when you first entered the military. You were a skinny sixteen-year-old boy, and now you’re a mighty general.”

Somewhat embarrassed, Aldrich scratched his head and complained, “There are so many people here. Save me some, Frank.”

Frank was an interesting man. The unchanging snow scenery along the way was not so boring with him around.

“We can’t build our base near the foot of the mountain,” he answered my question. “That’s the human territory. Some people don’t follow the rules. Poachers and pilfering are their major sources of income. We’ll easily bump into these criminals if we don’t choose a good base.”

I saw a blurry black dot in the distance and said excitedly, “I see it. That’s the base, right?”

“Yes, Miss.” Frank laughed and said, “But don’t be happy too soon. We still have a long way to go!”

After two hours, we finally walked out of the soft snow and onto the thick wooden floor.

“The materials are limited, and concrete pollutes the environment. We could only buy ready-made wood at the foot of the mountain to build houses. The conditions are simple, so we can only make do with it.”

As if thinking that I would be dissatisfied with the simple wooden house, Frank explained.

However, I had no opinion about this place. I often hunted in the mountains with my adoptive parents when I was young. My temporary residence was much more simple than theirs.

However, before I could say anything, a strange voice came from the side, “Don’t be so obsequious, Frank. Can’t noble ladies live in leaking wooden houses? If she can’t endure such a small problem, she’d better go back to the big villa and cry to her mother!”

He was impolite. I rarely receive such an impolite comment. Even Benson was only so mean to me when he found out that I was his mate

I didn’t know the person who spoke, so I didn’t have to give in to him.